It started on the 13th. I could not sleep. I tossed and turned, counted my father’s sheep, built mansions and still morning wasn’t coming. It was during winter in the west so the dark hours were longer. There was an inconsistent wave of pressure and pain through the night. At this point i was 10 […]

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This is the West

Cycling in the West

This reminds me of mwisho wa kosa, my swahili literature book in Form four and Monica who had visited America and all she would talk about was America. Monica don’t worry, i can relate. West is a compass point, the opposite of East. That is the only thing i heard from my Geography teacher about West. […]

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My Journey Transition


Kajuki location, Nkungani village is my home. I take so much pride in this tiny semi arid village in the leeward side of Mt. Kenya. This village is barely known, to an extent of when you google it you find some Japanese shenanigan and a few images of my former local church. I grew up […]

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